Chapter 001

Chapter 001

‎"Divorce.." The word escaped my mouth in slow whispers, my eyes glued on the paper Kyle just handed to me.

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‎"Yes Selene, I want a divorce. Sign it as fast as possible," he said with so much ease that made me wondered if he had ever loved me for the past five years of our marriage.

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‎"Kyle.." I muttered, my voice low, struggling to stifle the tears threatening to flow down my eyes.

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‎"Let's talk this through. We've been married for five years. You can't throw this away for no reason. We've been building this for a long time. Please don't do this to us Kyle. And if this is a prank, you got me." I said, letting out a dry anxious laugh.

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‎But Kyle never laughed back—he didn't say it was a prank. He refused to ease my pounding heart. My leg wobbled and I fell to the floor, my eyes never leaving his.

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‎Those eyes, he meant it. Kyle had made up his mind to throw our marriage away.

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‎I wondered what happened, I wondered why my husband of good five years chose to divorce me.

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‎I had done nothing! Absolutely nothing and leaving this morning, he had pecked me, kissed me, and smiled at me like I was the most delicate thing in his life.

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‎He had said how much he loved me just this morning. What came over him?

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‎Tears I didn't know I had in my eyes streamed down without holding back.

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‎"Kyle please don't do this to me.. I am your wife! Don't prank me to this extent!" I screamed, frustrated, but he stood, his face expressionless and his eyes cold. This wasn't my husband, he had changed in just a few hours.

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‎"You have just today to leave this house, Selene." He said and I almost peed on my pants.

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‎This wasn't happening, Kyle wasn't doing this to me!

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‎"Kyle please, please don't do this to me, don't throw me out. I'm your wife, I've always been." I begged, my voice desperate.

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‎But his face was turned away from me, he wasn't accepting any of my pleas, and he wasn't telling me why he had to divorce me out of the blue.

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‎"At least tell me what I did wrong, tell me the reason you want to dissolve our marriage." I sniffed.

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‎Just then, our entrance door pushed open, and Audrey Smith came out.

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‎My forehead creased and then, my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets

“Kyle’s ex-fiancée.” This left my mouth in slow whispers.

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‎Why was she back here in California? And why was she here in my house? Except that Kyle had already given me a divorce.

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‎Trying to wrap my head around everything, she was already in Kyle's arms.

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‎"Are we leaving now?" she said to Kyle, with a smile on her face while fondling with his collar.

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‎I scoffed painfully. Now I know where all these were coming from. It was now obvious. Kyle's ex was back in the city and he ran back to her.

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‎Kyle decided to divorce me because his long-lost ex was back. My lips quivered, fighting off the tears threatening to spill down my face again.

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‎I wouldn't cry anymore. Not in front of them.

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‎Even though I loved Kyle, he hadn't been such a great husband. He kept late nights, he was never always soft with me—almost as if he never truly loved me.

These past days he looks at me like I was his worst enemy.

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‎But I kept doing my duties as his wife, hoping that this was just a phase and I'd eventually have him as a husband who truly loves me, but instead, Kyle served me a divorce.

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‎"We are leaving now, and Selene, don't make this harder, don't stretch this. I'd give you anything you want."

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‎He swiftly brought out his cheque, wrote something on it, and threw it at me.

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‎"Let's go," he muttered, grabbing her hand and holding it with so much softness that it made my heart ache. Kyle had never held me like that.

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‎Just then, he halted and turned his head to look at me.

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‎"Be fast about moving out, Audrey might want to move in today," he said with so much impatience that made me questioned my worth.

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‎Why did Kyle speak to me with so much recklessness and no remorse?

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‎Why do I feel I was the only one who had participated in this marriage for the past five years? Pain pierced through my chest like a knife. It felt almost as if I could spit out blood.

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‎Then the door banged shut behind them and brought me back from my reverie.

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It hit me hard all over again—‎Kyle's ex-fiancée returned to California, and he didn't think twice before throwing me away.

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‎I sniffed in, still in disbelief.

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‎Just then, my phone started ringing.. When I looked at the screen, I breathed in deeply—my result must've been ready.

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‎I picked it up on the second ring.

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‎"Hello Mrs Yate, how are you doing today?" the doctor's voice sounded.

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‎I cleared my throat gently, "I'm doing great Doctor Daniel. Thank you."

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‎"Will it be okay if you drop by at the hospital later today? Your results are ready," he muttered, his tone soft.

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‎"Alright Doctor, I'm coming now to get it, thank you so much," I muttered and with that, he ended the call.

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